Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 323 Chen is displeased_1

Chapter 323: Chapter 323 Chen is displeased_1

Bai Xiaosheng and Shang Wanwan were discussing the script when Gao Dazhi came over. The Director Gao looked extremely admiring.

"Mr. Bai, I’ve already sent Wenqing to study business etiquette, and his enthusiasm is very high. It seems that he will transform very quickly!" Gao Dazhi reported with a smile.

"Things don’t change that quickly!"

Bai Xiaosheng smiled and said to Gao Dazhi, "Starting today, you must try to fulfill any needs Wenqing has in terms of creation, let him unleash his full potential. However, you can’t indulge him in any unreasonable and troublesome antics just because you value his talent. Otherwise, I’ll punish you along with him!"

Gao Dazhi hurriedly smiled apologetically, "I won’t spoil him anymore, you have my word! If I can’t manage him within two months, you can punish me along with him!"

Gao Dazhi slapped his chest in assurance.

Just now, seeing the look on Wenqing’s face when he mentioned Bai Xiaosheng, like a mouse hearing a cat, Gao Dazhi felt relieved. With Mr. Bai as the Imperial Sword, he must straighten out Wenqing, the crooked tree!

Bai Xiaosheng nodded and told Gao Dazhi about the need for a fourth female role in the script.

Shang Wanwan supplemented from the side.

According to the script’s plot, there were actually two "female seconds" in the script, only one of whom would die from an illness, which was also a major tearjerker in the drama.

The fourth female role, called the fourth female lead, was not less important than the third female lead when speaking of screen time.

Therefore, it must be given due attention.

"Are there really no suitable actresses among all the women in the company?" Gao Dazhi asked in astonishment after hearing what Bai Xiaosheng said about Wenqing’s annotations.

Currently, although Wenqing was subdued by Mr. Bai, when it came to work and scripts, he would probably still rather die than yield, unwilling to compromise.

Plus, Bai Xiaosheng and Shang Wanwan really acknowledged this role.

"Should we hold open auditions or recruit fresh faces from acting schools?" Gao Dazhi tentatively asked.

"No rush, we have a thousand or two people in our company, plenty of beauties. Maybe there is a suitable one; it doesn’t necessarily have to be someone formally trained. I’ve discussed with Miss Wanwan, and this role is more suitable for someone with a grassroots background. Pay attention to potential candidates," Bai Xiaosheng said with a smile.

There was still plenty of time.

Gao Dazhi nodded.

"It’s late, I should be going back," Bai Xiaosheng stood up, smiled at Shang Wanwan, and extended his hand, "Miss Shang should head to the airport too, I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Thank you, Mr. Bai." Shang Wanwan smiled sweetly, extending her fair hand to shake Bai Xiaosheng’s, "I will arrange for my team to come over as soon as possible, and I will hurry back myself. This collaboration has been delightful!"

"Delightful collaboration!"

...

Bai Xiaosheng left the Film and Television Department, refusing to be escorted by anyone, and wandered back by himself.

All of a sudden, he felt light and carefree.

The contract was signed, Shang Wanwan would be leaving temporarily. There was silence from Chen Changqing, and no movements from Song Changkong either.

All worries were gone.

Back at the New Media Department, Bai Xiaosheng had nothing to do.

In this department, Bai Xiaosheng’s personal reputation had reached a new peak, as if he were a deity.

Everyone worked hard and earnestly, seldom reporting back, not wanting to trouble their leader.

But in reality, this was a hardship for Bai Xiaosheng.

"This score of mine, currently it’s twenty-five points for the vice president position, seventy-five more to the president!" Bai Xiaosheng lamented.

However, once he scores enough, if he stays on at Zhongjing Media as the president, then what would Song Changkong do...

"Whether Old Song would be promoted or reassigned laterally..." Bai Xiaosheng didn’t know.

Actually, Old Song, aside from a few flaws, was still reliable and pretty interesting.

...

Bored in his office, Bai Xiaosheng had nothing to amuse himself with.

Fortunately, there was Lin Weiwei.

In front of others, she was a capable and graceful female assistant.

When it was just the two of them, Lin Weiwei turned into an attentive little maid, serving tea, pouring water, offering snacks, and even sharing jokes she heard and company gossip with Bai Xiaosheng.

Bai Xiaosheng was certainly living a comfortable and satisfying life.

However, Mr. Chen wasn’t having such an easy time.

On the surface, he lost face and his department was stripped of a significant amount of funds, but these were minor issues.

What really troubled Chen Changqing was the situation with Chen Jiuzheng!

Problems had arisen in what were initially settled dealings; Shang Wanwan’s female assistant had given him a heads-up that Shang Wanwan’s cooperation with Chen Jiuzheng was off the table—they wouldn’t sign!

Chen Changqing was stunned when he heard this news.

Even if Shang Wanwan had her reasons to sign a contract with Bai Xiaosheng, the cooperation on both sides did not conflict.

After all, they were all under one umbrella: Zhenbei Group.

Why sign with one and not the other?!

Chen Changqing was amazed and could not fathom the reason.

Finally, when Shang Wanwan was about to leave, Chen Changqing met with her and asked her outright.

In this encounter, Shang Wanwan was still very polite, very cordial, but there was also a certain distance in her words.

About the contract signing, Shang Wanwan had one reason, "Schedule conflict!"

No matter what Chen Changqing said, she just wouldn’t sign.

In fact, Shang Wanwan feared getting too close to Chen Changqing and inadvertently offending Bai Xiaosheng; she was unwilling to take any risks.

In the end, Chen Changqing had to accept it.

"Miss Shang, it’s okay if you don’t want to cooperate, but I, Chen Changqing, want a reason, a real reason!"

Chen Changqing wasn’t content; he wanted to know, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to eat or sleep in peace!

To this, Shang Wanwan only said something very inexplicable.

"Mr. Chen, people, well, everyone has their destiny. Wealth and splendor are not always clearly visible to the naked eye. With a leaf obstructing their view, sometimes people may end up in a very tragic situation. Plus, there’s something I’m not sure you’ve heard—"

"If a person doesn’t court disaster, they won’t die!"

Having said this, Shang Wanwan elegantly slipped on her oversized sunglasses and turned to leave.

Chen Changqing didn’t understand the meaning of this statement, nor did he have the time to figure it out.

Returning to his own place, Chen Changqing looked gloomy and was silent for a long while before dialing Uncle, Chen Jiuzheng’s number.

Over the phone, Chen Changqing kept apologizing, while Chen Jiuzheng listened without uttering a word.

This silence was the greatest form of discontent, and it made Chen Changqing feel incredibly oppressed.

"Uncle, do you have time in the next couple of days? There’s a decent Cantonese restaurant that opened in the downtown area; I would like to invite you for a taste," Chen Changqing attempted to shift the conversation.

He had expected Chen Jiuzheng to refuse.

But to his surprise, over the phone, Chen Jiuzheng agreed. His voice, when it finally came through, was amiable, "Sure, let’s make it the day after tomorrow. Coincidentally, I have a friend I need to bring along. He has something to discuss with you."

Chen Changqing was taken aback and quickly responded, "That’s fine; I’ll reserve a table and touch base with your assistant later."

With the dinner arranged, Chen Changqing let out a sigh of relief.

In this country, relationships are often mended over the dining table—a meal, a drink, and most problems tend to dissolve easily.

But he had no idea what matter Uncle’s friend wanted to discuss with him?!

It didn’t matter; he would find out when the time came!

Chen Changqing thought to himself.

...

For two consecutive days,

Bai Xiaosheng enjoyed the relaxed and comfortable life of an office emperor.

Until the next afternoon, when the door to Bai Xiaosheng’s office was forcefully pushed open.

In a waft of perfumed breeze, Yang Qian’er stormed in with a commanding presence, "I, Yang Qian’er, am back!"